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Elena is the first person I want to be the rock for. Raised in the mafia I was taught to be a hard man, dominant, controlling, and decisive. Rule with an iron fist in the office and at home. The women in my life, aside from my mother and nanny growing up were used for release and then released. I got off and they got out. I was never rude or mean. I was direct and told the ladies up front. I had my share of women that thought they could claim me. That somehow they could get me to cuddle or call them back for a second night.
It didn't happen. Not until Elena. I want to wrap her up in my arms every chance I get. I want her in my bed every night. Mornings too. Fuck. I really do love her. Strange. A few weeks ago I thought I would be marrying Milan in three years. Now I am marrying Elena in a week. Damn.
And here I am breaking into my bathroom listening to the sobs of the strongest woman I have ever met and it is breaking my heart. I knew she needed to cry. It would be therapeutic for her.
Didn't mean I didn't want to hold her as she processed everything. Her life has been nothing but chaos. Running, hiding, fighting. My Psycho Princess deserved a break. She needed one. She needed someone she could trust. Someone she could lean on. I would be that someone. I won’t give her a choice.
The thought of her seeking solace in anyone else’s arm causes me to growl under my breath as I slowly enter the shower. Never. She is mine. She may not love me, but she will. We have the foundation laid. The events of the last twenty-four hours have cemented our presence in each other’s lives. I have shown her that she can trust me. That I won’t bulldoze her wishes. I won't let her run without me. And I won't undermine her authority. I showed my trust in her.
Seeing her curled in the shower still in her clothes shatters me. Kneeling before her, I reach out but don’t touch her. “Baby girl...” She lets out a huge sob. Her body shakes vigorously.
That’s it. I can’t wait for her to come to me. I pick her up and put her in my lap. Clothes still on, I press my back against the wall. Water soaks me in a matter of seconds. She cries harder as she turns in my lap. Her knees fall to either side of my hips. I drag her body closer. Chest to chest she continues to cry as I rub circles down her back. “I've got you sweetheart. I won't ever let you go.” She grips me tighter. I put my head in her neck and breath her in then place a chaste kiss to her skin.
I’m not sure how long we sit there. It was long enough for the water to run cold. I reach up with one hand and turn the water off. Without a word spoken Elena chokes back her next sob and makes to stand. I can’t let her go yet, so I grab her tighter. “Not yet. Let me hold you.”
She shakes her head at me. “I'm okay now.”
She tries to move again. I hold her tighter. “No you're not, and that's okay.”
“I said I am good!” She says with more force. Her feet kick out. They slip on the wet tile as she tries to get enough traction to stand. Not happening.
I curl my fingers into her hair and force her head back. I needed her attention. “No. You're not. You have been bottling things up for far too long. I get that you needed to. Not saying it was a bad thing. You had a lot on your shoulders. A lot of shit tossed at you. And you tackled it all like the warrior princess you are.”
“I thought I was a Psycho Princess?” She teases lightly. The faint ghost of a smile skims the corner of her lip.
“You are. You are my Psycho Princess.” I kiss her nose. I need her to see as well as feel my sincerity. “That doesn't mean you are invincible. In here…” I use a finger to mimic circling the room. “…When it’s just the two of us. You can let it out. You can show me the cracks in your armor. I might not be able to patch you up, but I damn well will hold you through it. I get you haven't had anyone to lean on aside from your mom for far too long. I'm here now. I'm not going anywhere. Lean on me. Cry on me. Fight me if you need to. And know that you aren't alone anymore.”
Taking me by surprise, she smashes her lips into mine.
That’s not where I intended the conversation to go. The thought slips my mind as her tongue breaches my lips and begins to explore my mouth. With her still clinging to me, I manage to get to my feet. Her hands claw at my clothing. It makes me smile against her lips.
For someone whose sexual experience is limited, she is getting bold and I love it. Our conversation wasn't done. Not by a long shot. I’d let her have this moment first.
Her fingers tear at my clothing. First my shirt is torn from my chest. Next her hands are unbuttoning my pants and ripping them down my thighs.
Once I am naked I assist her in removing her clothes as well. Fuck. She is beautiful. Curvy in all the right places. Firm perky tits and an ass I wanted to slap then worship. She is a bit too skinny still for someone her height. We will work on that together. She no longer needs to worry about money or being too busy running to care for herself properly. I will see to it that her every need, her every desire is met. As long as it involves me.
She climbs back into my arms. Her naked body rubbing against my hard as steel cock. My mind is telling me to stop. She isn’t ready for this. Not truly. She will regret it in the morning when she is thinking straight again.
My dick is telling my brain to shut up. I am dripping pre-cum. I want, no need to bury myself in her. I think she feels it to. She feels the connection between us and needs more. I need in her.
I grab her ass to support her as I start walking. Her legs wrap around me and she attacks my neck with kisses. Moving quickly. I exit the bathroom, cross the bedroom and toss her on the bed.
Shit. I can’t fuck her without knowing she won’t regret it. I worked too damn hard to build her trust. I want her. If I sense any doubt I won’t make a move. If we start and I feel her hesitate I will stop.
I see only hunger in her eyes as she stares up at me. Damn she looks like an angel. Her hair spread across my pillow. Her lips swollen from our kissing. I’ve never had a more beautiful woman in my arms. And she is naked, in my bed, looking at me like I am the best damn treat she is ever going to devour.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask. She nods. It isn’t good enough. I need the words. I need to hear the conviction in her voice. “I don’t want you to regret this. If you are looking for release I will give it to you in other ways. We don’t need to have sex for me to pleasure you.”
Her eyes soften as they connect with mine. The hunger is there still. Only now it is mixed with trust. She trusts me. Damn, I can feel my chest puffing up. I feel ten foot tall. “I want you Luca. All of you. I won’t regret it.” She gets to her knees and crawls to the end of the bed. Her arms wrap around my neck. “I have spent years trying to get over my crush on you. Trying to deny I felt anything for you as I watched you through my computer screen. Nothing I did worked. You embedded yourself here.” She grabs my hand and places it over her heart. I feel it beating in time with mine. “I have been running my entire life. I’m done. No more. You said you would chase me.” Keeping my hand on her chest, she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. “I don’t want you to chase me. I’m coming to you. Take me. Make me yours.”
Hell fucking yes! “You’re mine.” I push her back onto the bed. My body on top of hers, I keep the bulk of the weight off with my elbows anchored on the bed.
“I’m yours.” She smiles and kisses me again.
I skim kisses down her jaw then neck. Working my way down her body. She’s a virgin. She is going to be tight as hell and I cannot wait to feel her squeezing my cock. I don’t want to hurt her. There will be pain I won’t be able to avoid. I’ll lessen it by making sure she is ready for me.
She’s panting heavily. Her eyes never leaving mine as I move down her body and between her legs. I look to make sure she is still with me. That there is no hesitation in her face.
